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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Mar 26, 2007 21:45:52 GMT -6
The wood nation, Sylindel is located in the vast forest which shares its name. They are herbalists, providing the other countries with medicinal remedies, and a great amount of food and lumber. It is a powerful nation, ruled by the rich and corrupt King Elma. There is a legend passed down from story tellers all over the land of the way the king got his power, of the three stones that had the souls of the once kings; The thief, the pure, and the protector. According to the legend if the spirits within the stones were to be awoken the land would be freed from the evil ruler…
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the story will begin once at least Christina signs up
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Mar 27, 2007 17:37:44 GMT -6
present! I'll start, if that is okay with you ~*~*~*~ The villagers of Sylindel were out doing their normal routines, enjoying the warm sun that provided them with their light. Unlike the other countries, they did not like the electric light and preferred to use natural light. Besides, it cost the nation less money.
Adreyan Crawford sat in the meadows, picking wild flowers to use for her remedies that were treasured all around the world. She was one of the best herbal healers the small town named Niger. Her family was extremely proud of her achievements and her peers were jealous of her talents.
"Still out here picking flowers?"
She didn't need to turn around to know who had spoken. She tried really hard to keep the smile off her face as she continued to collect the herbs.
Two masculine hands covered her eyes and she gave a dramatic sigh. Adreyan stopped what she was doing and put her hands in her lap.
"Guess who?"
She put on a thoughtful expression. "Hmm... Harrison?"
"Nope."
She tapped a finger to her lips. "Uh...Luke?"
"Guess again, girl."
Adreyan loved pretending to guess who had placed his hands over her eyes, even if she always knew. Her oldest brother loved to pick on her and it was time that she picked on him.
"I think... you are my oldest brother, Aidan Crawford."
"Aw, man," he whined, taking his hands off her eyes. "You are no fun anymore."
"That's because I am mature and a lady. I am no longer that little girl who fell for your magic tricks."
Aidan produced a silver coin from behind her ear, grinning madly. She shook her head in amusement and grabbed her wicker basket full of freshly picked flowers and herbs.
"Well... good day, Aidan." She got up from the ground, wrapped her favorite green shawl around her neck, and walked toward the town. ~*~*~*~ i think that's a good start.
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Mar 27, 2007 22:25:47 GMT -6
Good job. ~*~
Camael sat up breathing hard looking around the clearing in the woods. It wasn't the first time she'd woken up in a stange place since her father died. She looked down at her hands and saw they were raw and bloody as if she'd been fighting something. She looked down at her white clothes and frowned at the dirt stains and rips.
What's happening to me? She thought as she stood up fromthe ground feeling slightly sick to her stomach. She tried to think back to the last thing she remebered...
"Flames..." Camael struggled to keep from falling back onto the ground. There were flashes of her village being burned down to the ground and that sinister laughter she'd heard in her nightmares."What's happening to me?"
Camael reached up to the simple purple stone around her neck and curessed it. At least your alive, she thought as she staggered out of the woods. She winced against the sunlight as she walked on the dirt road.
"Oh my..are you alright?" Camael turned around to see a girl running up to her with shoulder length red hair.
"Where am I? "Cameal asked.
"You're just out side of Niger...Why?"
"What happened to Nightwish? "Camael asked.
"It was burned down 2 weeks ago..." The girl looked her up and down. "Have you been in a fight? You're bleeding."
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There you go.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Mar 28, 2007 0:20:22 GMT -6
"I..."
Adreyan looked concerned at the girl. What happened? Was she in a fight? Why is she asking about Nightwish?
"Come on." She grabbed hold of the girl's elbow. "Let's get you cleaned up." ~*~*~*~ Burned? Oh my God... flames. I still remember flames. And that laugh.... oh Lord, I still remember that laugh..
Camael was snapped from her thoughts by stinging pain on her arms. The girl who had taken her to her home was applying a washcloth to her wounds.
"I'm sorry if that hurt. The wounds looked very deep and I need to clean them out and disinfect them as soon as possible." She brushed her hair from her eyes and sighed. "So, why do you ask about Nightwish?"
Tears stung her eyes. "I...I don't know. My memories are so..."
"Sshhh. Just try to calm down. Getting upset isn't the best course of action to do now."
Camael watched the girl clean her wounds, looking on in fascination. This girl truly was a healer, and a good one at that.
"What's your name?" she asked.
The girl stopped for a second and then continued to wrap white gauze over the medicated wounds. "Adreyan Crawford. Don't make fun of my name...I can't help it if my parents gave me a boy's name."
"I won't laugh. I've known guys who had girls names. I'm Camael, by the way."
Adreyan smiled. "Nice to meet you." She placed first aid tape on the gauze and stood up. "You are good to go, but just be careful. The wounds don't like to be aggrivated, so I suggest you rest up nearby before heading out."
"Thanks, Adreyan."
"No problem." ~*~*~*~ I'm not tired. And bored. What can I say?
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Mar 29, 2007 13:58:33 GMT -6
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Adreyan watched as Camael walked off into the village. She couldn't shake the feeling off something dangerous happening. Adreyan rubbed the stone around her neck with her index finger.
"Something's off." Adreyan muttered.
"What do you mean?" Aidan asked walking into the room looking at the worried look on his sister's face.
"I just can feel it..." Adreyan shook her head. "It's proubbly nothing."
"Are you sure?" Aidan asked setting down his bag.
"I'm just freaking out over that girl." Adreyan smiled.
"What about her?"
"Why?"
"I'm your brother, I think I should know whats freaking out my sister." Aiden motioned for her to sit down.
"She was...covered in blood. I'm not sure if it was all her own. She had scratches all over her arms." Adreyan sat down and sighed.
"She was in a fight?" Aiden asked.
"I don't know. She couldn't remeber." Adreyan looked down at the tabble.
"That's not normale." Aiden agreed.
"She asked about Nightwish...." Adreyan nibbled on her bottom lip.
"didn't that burn down killing everyone?"
"yeah..." Adreyan nodded.
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Camael sat down under a tree on the outside of town. She looked up into the branches adn tried to force herself to remeber anything. She remebered her father giving her the stone and then...there were breaks in her memory. Most of the time it had been a few minnets and once two hours. It had never been this long.
"Father..." Camael clutched on to her stone and closed her eyes.
He can't hear you. a male vioce whispered softly.
"Huh?" Cameal looked around looking for where the vioce had come from.
There is nothing after death, nothing.
"Whose there?" Camael said standing up.
Are we going to have to go threw this every time?
"...no." Camael remebered the vioce, it was the same one that laughed darkly when she tried to sleep, the same vioce who had appered the day her father died.
Yes.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Mar 30, 2007 0:39:42 GMT -6
~*~*~*~ Aidan frowned. "Maybe she came from Nightwish. She could have had a head trauma that resulted in amnesia. Or the memories were simply too traumatic for her and her mind shut them off."
Adreyan hummed. "Could be. But still..." Her fingers rubbed the stone again. Something that her brother still found amusing to watch.
You could go after her, you know.
I know. Something about her just....
She gives off something that you are worried about?
Yes. It seems rather odd that she asks about Nightwish while she is injured.
Adreyan always had conversations with a voice in her head since the stone around her neck was given to her. She never told anyone about it. They would make fun of her and try to call her insane. But with the stone came the protective feelings and all of the worrying. ~*~*~*~
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Mar 30, 2007 20:56:09 GMT -6
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Did you think I was nothing more then a nightmare?
Camael whirls, looking around in the field to see if there is anyone around to save her, but there is no one. The vioce laughs low and cutting, pleased. Camael clenches the stone until her fingertips go white, the cold comfort against her fingertips.
You did, the vioce whispers and the stone sends a chill down her spin. You did
"You're just a vioce," Camael closes her eyes and goes rigid. Slowly her fingers, no his fingers uncurl her own hand from the stone.
Am I?The vioce asks. He opens camael's hand showing her the eye imprinted red across the palm. I'm in you, even here within your soul. No escape, little one.
"Please, let me go." Camael whisperes feeling the tears run down her face.
You are my veassal, you were choosen for this.
"But I-"
"Camael, what are you doing over here?" The vioce whipped around and stared at Adreyan.
No foolish ideas, little one. The vioce said as it released her body causing her to fall to her knees in the grass.
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She wont have gotten far The vioce said calmly.
I know, Adreyan nodded her head. It was odd to hear a male's vioce in her mind at first but after a few months it made her feel comfortable. Adreyan walked down the main path of the town. She kept her eyes keen looking for Camael. She touched the stone around her neck every once and awhile.
"Ow!" Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her right hand and she squeezed it shot.
That's not... The vioce sounded worried as Adreyan opened her hand and saw an eye imprinted red across her palm.
"what is this?" Adreyan asked out loud.
We need to hurry. The vioce urged. Adreyan looked around while squeezing her hand shut again. She saw the large tree on the outskirts of town and ran to it. As she arrived she saw Camael looking at the tree and muttering to her self.
"Camael, what are you doing over here?" Adreyan held in the gasp as Camael turned around and glared at her. Camael's eyes that had been warm and green now glared coldly at her in a dark blue.
No, it can't be...
"Camael?" Adreyan took a step forwards then the other girl's eyes changed back as she fell to her knees on the grass. Adreyan ran to the girl and knealt down next to her.
"Oh god," Camael opened her hand and stared down at her palm.
"Camael, what..." Adreyan saw the same eye imprinted on the other girl's hand. "Oh my god."
"I'm sorry," Camael closed her palm looking away from Adreyan.
"Where did this mark come from?" Adreyan asked.
"I don't know." Camael looked at Areyan pleadingly.
Ask her about that stone around her neck.
"..." Adreyan looked at the stone on the same necklace that she had except Camael's stone was purple. "Where did you get that necklace?"
"My-" Camael whinced slightly and pressed her hands to her head.
"Camael?" Adreyan touched the other girl's arm and it was pulled away from her.
It's as I feard... The vioce sounded worried again.
"Don't touch me." Camael's vioce sounded cold as she twitched slightly.
What's as you feard? Tell me what's wrong with her! Adreyan nearly screamed inside her head.
I need to...borrow your body for a moment. The vioce said softly.
"I'm sorry," Camael whimpered as her whole body twitched again.
What?!
It wont hurt, i promiss you.
"That feels better..." Camael cracked her neck suddenly and sat straight up looking completly at peace except her eyes had once again gone cold.
Adreyan frown but nodded her head. I trust you. Her entire body tingled as she felt her self slide to the back of her mind slowly as if she was standing outside of it.
"What are you doing here, thief?" Adreyan was surprissed as the male vioce came out of her mouth.
"Ah, if it isn't the loyal protector, Atem?" The vioce came out of Camael's was colder and sharper.
"Yami, i asked you a question." Atem growled.
"Did you know they trapped me too?" Yami asked putting Cameal's finger to her mouth in mock thought.
"you are unworthy to bring the revalotion!" Atem made Adreyan's hands into fists.
"Oh, I could care less about giving the power back to the people." Yami flexed Camael's hand admiring the eye imprint. "Had a feeling you must be about what with the mark appaering on my veassal."
"She's a human being!" Atem growled.
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I can change your spirits name if you want, I just neeeded to think of one. Both vioces are male, by the way.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Apr 3, 2007 3:32:24 GMT -6
no, it's ok. ~*~*~*~ "So?"
Atem growled again.
"Oh stop it with being the protector. Besides," Yami ran Camael's hands down her body, "I think I like this vessel."
"You bloody pervert!"
"Why, thank you Atem for that lovely comment. It really does describe me very well."
Adreyan couldn't help but shudder. He sounds like bad news.
Aye, that he is. I cannot believe he even is a part of this.
What exactly is happening here? I'm still confused by everything.
She heard Atem sigh. I'll tell you later. I promise. I need to deal with this idiot.
Yami was waving a hand over Atem's eyes as he came back from talking to his vessel. "Vessel problems?"
"No. And it's none of your business."
"Uh-huh." He studied his vessel's hands. "So... when does Mister Purity come back into the picture? I want this all done with as soon as possible so I can go back to my life."
"I don't know Yami. But for now, we should retreat back and wait..."
"Whoa... who said I have to give the vessel back to her normal self? I don't have to listen to you, you know."
"You should. Or you will never go back to being yourself again." ~*~*~*~ that's all I could do. I'll post a profile for the third person, seeing as no one else is gonna participate
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Apr 3, 2007 3:47:42 GMT -6
time to introduce our new character! ~*~*~*~ Jayden wiggled herself free of the man's grip without waking him and gathered her clothes together. Glancing to make sure he was sleeping, she slipped her clothes on and exited the small house. The gravel felt rough and sharp under her bare feet, but she didn't care. She had gone without shoes for years. She could live without shoes.
She nicked an apple from an empty food stand and left the town. Jayden had all the information she ever needed. She knew she had to go to Niger.
I bet those idiots have started something without me, growled the male voice in her head.
Started having hot male sex in male bodies?
You have a dirty mind.
Brilliant deduction, detective.
The voice heaved a sigh. Why did I have to share a body, and a mind, with an individual who has so many sins?
Jayden snorted. You got lucky.
Trust me. Luck has nothing to do with this. ~*~*~*~
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on May 2, 2007 2:55:57 GMT -6
Sorry its taken awhile to update. ~*~
"Hmph," Yami crossed camael's arms across her chest and the eyes changed from the cold dark blue to the warm green again. Camael looked around and started to weep uncontrolably.
"Shh, it'll be alright." Aten reached over and patted Camael on the arm.
"Make it stop," Camael pleaded. "Please."
"...I can not. You have been chosen for a very important mission." Aten said softly.
What mission? What's all this about?
"I don't want to be apart of anything!" Camael pleaded.
"You were chosen before you were even born." Aten sighed. "It started long ago when Sylindel was first formed, their were three kings."
"You were one of them?" Camael asked.
"Along with Yami and Seto." Aten nodded Adreyan head.
There's another stone? What power kind of spirit is he? Adreyan asked.
yes, Seto was the Pure. Aten answered.
"Why are you doing this?" Camael looked up at Aten pleadingly.
"When our rule was at an end we were up into three stones to stop protect our people if any leader got to much power.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Aug 13, 2007 18:17:13 GMT -6
i'm not sure how to go on. I think I will wait until you post again to do what I would like to do next.
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Dec 12, 2007 17:13:47 GMT -6
This is pretty much dead, isn't it?
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Dec 22, 2007 16:01:48 GMT -6
not really... I have a small idea that maybe will help roll the RPG along. Sorry if it is a little messed up in location and some other things. Anyway, before you read, Yumi has taken control over Camael for now. ~*~*~*~ Jayden was nearing the town of Niger when she noticed two women standing just in the middle of nowhere, arguing. She would have continued further if she didn't hear the very masculine voices coming from their mouths.
Yumi and Atem are going at it again, the male voice, Seto, replied. Jayden, I will need to borrow your body so I can knock some sense into them.
Wha..
Before she could reply, Seto took over Jayden's body and started to make his way over to the arguing people. ~*~*~*~ Yumi was beginning to open his mouth when he froze. Atem froze too and they both whirled around to see a young female walking toward them, her face hard and stern. The teenager was wearing a short leather skirt and a black spaghetti strap tank top which fell an inch above her belly button.
"I figured you would start without me," came the male voice from her mouth.
"So glad you have decided to grace us with your presense, Seto," Yumi said in a sickly sweet voice.
"Shut up," Seto growled. Yumi glared. Seto turned to Atem. "Good to see you, Atem."
"And you," Atem replied. He then smiled. "I never thought the three of us would inhabit the bodies of three young women."
Seto laughed. "Yeah, you got that right."
Yumi fumed as the two talked without him. "All right, enough with the sappy reunion conversation stuff. Let's get this over with so we can be at peace."
Seto frowned, turning back to the other king. He opened his mouth to tell him off but he stopped, closing his mouth. ~*~*~~* there... maybe more inspiration will sprout after this
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